Chasing The ShelterA Poem by tynamiteMoney and friends doesn't bring happiness, but it sure solves alot of problems. Adults tell ppl 2 enjoy their youth, when they can't always. How can sum1 persue opportunities dat don't exist anymore?
Don't you just hate them?
Those people who come from the good backgrounds? There's always someone worse off too. But that doesn't make your plight any easier. When did it all become so hard? Since what day did all these things matter? To make it worse, the few elites run everything. And most few are younger, brought in through nepotism. I know I hated things before. But there were good things, that once was. Each day those things get further away. Some miss the boat, for no fault of their own. Before I was on the boat by default. And now my time's up, I have to get on again. But now the boat's still sailing without me. Time doesn't slow down for the unfortunate. The boat shelters me from the weather outside. So at least I won't have to go through this. If it's ever possible, for me to get on again. I'll be like the young, and some others my age. © 2011 tynamiteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 17, 2011 Last Updated on November 28, 2011 Tags: money, friends, poverty, loneliness, freedom, youth, opportunities, children, childhood AuthortynamiteBirmingham, England, United KingdomAboutHello peepz! I write novels and short stories in the "urban life" genre going for the "thought provoking" style. You could call it realism, but even romance and crime novels can be realistic, so I.. more..Writing
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